[ The System Is The Victor ] Poem by Garathe Den

[ The System Is The Victor ]



Get your eyes off the sacrament
No pledging your allegiance
No president to lead us
Don't need this contaminant
There is not a compliment
Better served than Jesus
You know that it seizes us
Religion, God, damn it

It could be nice to be alive
I worry about the future
The government's a tumor
I have come to realize
And I am starting to despise
Fear-mongering and rumors
Compulsory consumer
Won't you open up your eyes

Enamored by a fairy tale
Your head upon a pillow
Political to widow
And your face is looking pale
Televise the veil
See propaganda billow
It's cloudy out your window
Your life is for sale

Shall we start the auction
Award the highest bidder
Progressive is the sinner
No wisdom without caution
Oblivious to options
To choose a life that hinders
Where ignorance grows thicker
The mass of adoption

Democracy's illusion
Your faith a hypnotism
Embracement of the system
The haze of this pollution
Devotion and confusion
Walled up into a prison
The seduction of a victim
The ruin of a human

Sacrifice the precious
To be preyed upon by vultures
Their monuments are altars
All hail the mighty menace
Now go pay out the penance
Farewell to all of culture
Our history is altered
Unrestricted vengeance

Drowning out your senses
No effort of survival
No mind of a denial
Belief slowly possesses
The audio confesses
The favor of your idol
That fear is your revival
The religion of consensus

The screens enticing flicker
The trumpet of the speakers
The never ending feature
Of a double-sided bicker
Keep your eyes upon the picture
Choose a mirror of a leader
Who will be your preacher
The system is the victor

©HeartOfBabel

[ The System Is The Victor ]
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Too much system, too little humanity.
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